Thursday, April 5, 2012

Deep Fried

We are deep in the Tennessee valley right now, down where Naomi is pronounced "Nayoma" and Danny is "Dainey". Oh, I like it.

You couldn't possibly believe the food I've eaten today, but I'll tell you anyway.

Breakfast: Biscuits, gravy, bacon.
Lunch: Cheeseburger with the works, Cheddar Pepp'rs, Cranberry Limeade
Dinner: BBQ pork, baked beans, slaw, chips

I had water with all 3 meals. I'm on a health kick.

  

We visited a hang-gliding launch up at the top of the mountain this morning. I almost lost my lunch. And we hadn't even had lunch. I'd been there years ago and stood right up near the edge, all smiles, not a worry in the world. This time was, uh, different. And not just because of the large, slobbering, orphaned Blood Hound lurching around. What is it about having kids that makes these things lose some of their charm? I was a bundle of nerves carted around in a basket case.




But when that hang glider caught the air, I "Woo hoo'd!!!" I think I was the only one. I just can't stop myself. It's so beautiful and inspiring, the letting go. Especially when I'm not the one doing it.

So, have I ever told you that I have a flip phone with three of the numbers rubbed clean off? I have no access to technology when I'm away from my computer and I really like it that way. It was fun to come "home" tonight and read your comments about Olivia*. I'm always worried that my serious stuff will be really misunderstood. It always is, by someone. This was no exception.

I am an imperfect girl with a sinful heart. That should surprise no one. I get stuff wrong all the time. I surprise myself in really bad ways. Every day is a journey toward becoming more of who I was meant to be. Yeah, it would be easier to keep my gross to myself, but God keeps shaping me and shaking me. He redeems me at my worst, and that is something worth talking about. His grace cancels out shame. Have you ever heard of something more amazing?

Thank you for loving Olivia* with me. That sweet girl. I can't stop praying for her. And me.

Speaking of shame, I am only now reading To Kill a Mockingbird for the first time in my life. Go own ahayed and sayy it. Shaymful. I'm half-way through and it feels important to finish it here, in the (relative to Indiana) South.

So I'm off to do just that. And eat a clementine, because my innards are crying out for something grown in dirt.

Then tomorrow? More mountains and fried foods!